Chapter 288: Tai Tan, You Have Already Found a way to seek your own death! A Huge Misunderstanding!
Chapter 288: Tai Tan, You Have Already Found a way to seek your own death! A Huge Misunderstanding!
Flender’s breath hitched slightly.
He turned his head and exchanged a look with Zhao Wuji beside him.
There was deep confusion in the eyes of both men.
This Clan Chief of the Strength Clan usually lived in seclusion, never meddling in the disputes of the continent’s Sects, and would not easily set foot in Heaven Dou City.
Why would he come to Blue Tyrant Academy today with such a terrifying Aura?
Tai Tan had a burly physique.
Standing in the center of the square, he was like an immovable mountain.
The surrounding noise was gradually being suppressed.
Zhao Wuji’s spirit power voice transmission landed precisely in Flender’s ear.
"It’s Tai Tan, the current Clan Chief of the Strength Clan, a Pure Strength-type Spirit Master. In terms of Physical Body strength alone, I’m far from being his match."
Flender also used spirit power to transmit his words back.
"Old Zhao, do you know why Tai Tan suddenly came to Blue Tyrant Academy?"
"He couldn’t be here to stand up for Tai Long, could he? A few days ago, Tai Long was beaten by Tang San in public at the academy."
"That shouldn’t be the case... It was just a spar and friction between Juniors. Why would a Spirit Douluo powerhouse come to our door personally?"
"Not necessarily. The Strength Clan is famous for being simple-minded and protective of their own."
Just as their voice transmissions ended.
Tai Tan, in the center of the square, finally moved.
His gaze swept over Tai Long, who was cowering to the side, with a hint of imperceptible sternness in his eyes.
Tai Long subconsciously shrank his neck, the arrogance he had when he rushed out earlier completely gone, not even daring to lift his head.
Tai Tan’s gaze moved past Tai Long and swept across the entire field.
"Is there a student named Tang San in Blue Tyrant Academy?"
His voice, carrying the vibration of spirit power, boomed like a great bell over the square.
"Answer me!"
The noisy voices on the square were suddenly suppressed.
The eyes of everyone present turned in unison toward Tang San, who had just stepped onto the square.
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Flender was stunned.
Dai Mubai showed a look of confusion.
Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and the others traveling with them all froze in place.
Their eyes all fell on Tang San.
Their eyes were full of doubt.
What trouble did this guy cause again?
Even a Spirit Douluo level powerhouse has come looking for him personally?
Given Tang San’s history of repeatedly causing trouble, Dai Mubai and the others who knew him subconsciously had such a thought.
"..."
Tang San’s face turned a few shades paler than before.
He really was looking for him!
Yu Xiaogang turned his head, his brow furrowing even tighter, and asked, "Little San, do you know this Spirit Douluo powerhouse?"
Tang San shook his head, his voice raspy. "I don’t know him."
"But I know his grandson Tai Long. Not long ago, he challenged me and I beat him up."
The unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
Either it was someone arranged by Lin Qingmo, or someone protective of Tai Long coming to settle the score.
Either way, it was a disaster for the current him.
A Spirit Douluo was not some small character to be easily dealt with.
"I’ll ask one more time, is Tang San here?"
Tai Tan’s voice rang out again, a bit heavier than before.
This time, the pressure it carried was even greater.
Many students on the edge of the square with low cultivation were directly pressed to the ground by this pressure.
Tang San took a deep breath.
He finally stepped forward.
The fact that he was Tang San certainly couldn’t be hidden for long.
He walked through the crowd that automatically parted for him, step by step, to the center of the square, and came to a stop a few meters away from Tai Tan.
Tang San was in no hurry to identify himself, nor did he show any sign of respect.
His voice was raspy as he asked lowly, "What do you want with Tang San?"
As soon as these words came out, the entire field went silent.
The onlookers all gasped.
Is he crazy?
Tang San is only a Spirit Ancestor. Facing a Spirit Douluo level powerhouse, he actually dares to speak in such a tone?
Not only did he not answer honestly, but he even dared to question the other party?
Tai Tan’s brows knitted into a knot.
Displeasure appeared on his face.
He came to find the Young Lord.
He only needed to hear "here" or "not here."
He didn’t come to hear a Junior question him in such a tone.
"Where did this little thing come from, daring to question me like this? You’re looking for death!"
Tai Tan took a step forward.
With that one step.
"Crack!"
The bluestone floor beneath his feet cracked into a dense spiderweb pattern.
A terrifying Aura crushed toward Tang San.
This pressure was not a mental force shock, but pure, ultimate physical pressure.
It acted directly on the Physical Body, on every meridian where spirit power flowed.
"Ugh!"
Under the heavy pressure, Tang San’s body arched uncontrollably.
The spirit power in his body circulated frantically, and three spirit rings immediately lit up under his feet, trying to resist this pervasive pressure.
But his spirit power was like paper in the face of Spirit Douluo level strength.
As soon as it began to circulate, it was forcibly pressed back into his Dantian.
The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul had just emerged from his palm when it was directly crushed back by the pressure.
The mental force of the Purple Demon Eye had just been released when it was bounced back by the shock, causing a sharp, stinging pain in his mind.
"Crack."
The crisp sound of bone breaking was exceptionally clear in the dead silent square.
Tang San’s knees were forcibly bent by the pressure.
He knelt straight down onto the bluestone in front of Tai Tan.
"Bang!"
Gravel splattered.
Broken stone chips embedded themselves into the flesh of his knees.
Blood seeped out, staining the stone slab in front of him red.
"Damn it!"
Tang San’s face was flushed red.
He wanted to hold on.
He wanted to stand up.
But no matter how he pushed his spirit power or tensed his muscles, he couldn’t budge the terrifying force pressing down on him in the slightest.
"..."
The onlookers were even more terrified.
No one dared to speak, and no one dared to breathe heavily.
For fear that any slight movement would lead to the same fate as Tang San.
"Pfft!"
Finally, a mouthful of blood sprayed from Tang San’s mouth.
Bloodshot eyes bulged, his eyes nearly splitting as a torrent of humiliation and anger surged within them.
Having lived two lives, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
In public, he was forced to his knees by a single move, without even the slightest chance to resist.
Except for the Tang Sect Elders, no one could treat him like this!
This person has already found a way to seek his own death!!!
Zhao Wuji’s gaze fell on Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground and spitting blood, and a hint of imperceptible satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
He had held this resentment in for too long.
Now seeing Tang San’s miserable state, he not only had no intention of pleading for mercy.
Instead, he almost laughed out loud.
The corners of Dai Mubai’s and the others’ mouths also twitched uncontrollably.
Previously, he had been injured by Tang San’s Hidden Weapons, losing face in public and being unable to hold his head up in front of Zhu Zhuqing.
He had always wanted to find an opportunity to get even.
But Tang San’s Hidden Weapons were too strange; if he really went all out, even Teacher Zhao would be injured.
Now seeing Tang San being forced to kneel and spit blood, he felt a surge of relief.
Ma Hongjun curled his lip. "You two, master and disciple, always acting like you’re number one in the world. Now you’ve met someone tough, you really deserve it!"
Oscar had already put away the Sausage he was halfway through eating.
He looked at Tang San kneeling on the ground and also felt a sense of relief.
(End of Chapter)
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